Soc Assignments

This had to have been a Soc assignment – short for Society assignment. They usually involved going somewhere to shoot women pretending to do something. One thing you could count on was that your subjects had probably just come from the hairdresser.

I have no idea what these women were doing. I thought they might have been at Southeast Missouri State College because I have a night shot of Academic Hall on the roll, but a closer look makes me think it might have been a building converted to a dance studio. The mirror on the wall is reflecting what looks like a garage-style door. You can click on the photos to make them larger if it’ll help you figure out what you’re looking at.

Where’d that guy come from?

Same place, different women. Where in the world did the guy come from? He looks way too exuberant.

You’re on your own on this one. I didn’t even know where to start searching for the story.

Ken, that is not a mirror on the wall. It is a window that exposes a shop door on the other side. I believe that building is what became the former home of Weiser Motor Company (the Datsun dealership) diagonally northeast from First Prebyterian Church on Broadway.

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Cape Central High Photos

Ken Steinhoff, Cape Girardeau Central High School Class of 1965, was a photographer for The Tiger and The Girardot, and was on the staff of The Capaha Arrow and The Sagamore at Southeast Missouri State University. He worked as a photographer / reporter (among other things) at The Jackson Pioneer and The Southeast Missourian.

He transferred to Ohio University in Athens, Ohio, his junior year, and served as photo editor of The Ohio University Post. He was also chief photographer of The Athens Messenger.

He was chief photographer of the Gastonia (NC) Gazette for a long 18 months until he could escape to The Palm Beach Post, where he served as a staff photographer, director of photography, editorial operations manager and telecommunications manager. He accepted a buyout in 2008, after 35 years at the paper.

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